There is a peace that dwells within the breast,
When all without is stormy and distrest;
There is a light that gilds the darkest hour,
When dangers thicken, and when tempests lower;
That calm is faith, and hope and love is given;
That peace remains when all beside is riven,
That light shines down to man direct from heaven.
James Edmeston.
The roaring tumult of the billowed sea
Awakes him not: high on the crested surge,